cap that anger into something righteous

I AM INHERENTLY ANGRY WITH THE WORLD COCKBLOCKING MY MARTINI OBSESSION.

FIRST I FIND OUT THAT MY BOOKSTORE DOES NOT KNOW WHEN THEY ARE GETTING THEIR NEXT SHIPMENT OF THE NEWEST ISSUE OF FITNESS RX.

SECOND I FIND OUT THAT MY COUNTRY IS NOT PLAYING SABOTAGE.

AND NOW I AM TOO SAD TO WRITE MY MINIBANG THAT WILL MOST LIKELY CONSIST OF HERC AND SCOTT BEING THE WORST SUBURBAN GAY DADS TO EVER EXIST TOGETHER. IN WHICH THERE WILL BE MINDLESS SHIRTLESSNESS, NEW NEIGHBOURS, A BACKYARD BARBIE, AND A BABY SHOWER. AND OH YEAH, THEY ARE BROTHERS EVEN THOUGH EVERYONE THINKS THEY ARE MARRIED.

(Probably no sexytimes buuuuuut it's not going to be bros beings bros, that I can tell you for sure.)